A house in the suburbs.

This can be a RP story, if there are enough members! 
Background story:
A group of college kids looking for fun go to a old abandoned house on a hill in the bustling city of Chicago, but when things start to go strange in the house, they dare each other to stay the night.
They all think it's a matter of truth or dare.
But it's a matter of life and death.
(I like the dramatic!)

Please submit your Character using the skeleton!

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Age:
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Personality:
Something they are afraid to lose:

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Accepted! 

 

Name:Krysie West
Age:17
Looks: White blonde hair with a black streak, ocean blue eyes, 6" and always wears a locket.
Personality: Good sense of humour, out going, brave, ambitious.
Something she would be afraid to lose:Her locket.

That's my profile, let's get started!

 

"Samantha, come on!" I say, walking up to that huge dark house that every one hates.

 

"Course I am, I mean it's not like it's gonna kill us!" I laugh and take your hand. "Geez man this house is HUGE!" I stare at the stone Walls and iron gates of the mansion, the brambles and weeds crawling through the twisted gate. "Well, c'mon." I say, my heart jumping.

 

I giggle and walk over to the large wooden door at the front of the house. "At least it's better than college!" I look in your eyes and smile. "Live a little, Sam, you can't spend your life forever in an art studio!"

 

"Yeah well maybe you can get 'inspiration!' or what ever you call it from here!" I turn the door handle, and wince as it slowly creaks open. It reveals a magnificent but dull interior, velvet couches and curtains, stone floors, all caked in dust and spider webs. "Oh wow Samantha, look at this place!"

 

I skip in and look around, marble pillars tower over me, and I spot a spiral staircase carpeted in red. "Sam, this place is awesome!" I spot candles and check my pocket for my lighter.

 

"See? It's great huh?" I say as I light the candles. I come to the last candle in the room, light it, and screams. A skull is nestled cozily between the candle stand and the wall. The door slams shut and the force of the wind blows out all the candles.

 

I shiver as I feel strokes of things on my face and shoulders. "Sam!" I run upstairs and cautiously look behind me to see a figure rush up towards me, just to disappear. "Oh God! Samantha! Where are you?" I feel my heart race as I look down the upper corridor, to see it seemingly stretch out before my eyes.

 

I hear you screaming and run into the room, looking frantically around. "Sam, I'll find you!" I look towards the closet and walk carefully towards it. "Lets just pray it's narnia..." I laugh nervously to myself. I swing the doors open and pull you out. "We gotta get outta here!"